How's it going everybody? Sorry I'm a little late in getting this out. I was going to put it out yesterday but I slept a lot. I'm sick, unfortunately. So I can empathize with Bo, heh. I'm pretty behind in school, but we have fall break this week so hopefully I can get all caught up. :) As usual I'd love a review! Thanks to "Bo's Rival" for my only review! Hopefully as the story progresses I'll be able to add more characters from the original Toy Story films as well as a buttload of Buzz Lightyear of Star Command Characters, which means I'm gonna hafta do some research. Haha. Thanks!


Woody didn't waste a second. He knew that scream anywhere. It was the same scream that he heard Bo create almost two years ago in that horrible incinerator room...

He punched the big goon squarely in the jaw, sending the giant reeling back. The rest of the gang looked on with wide eyes not reacting fast enough. They had all underestimated him. However, Woody knew he wouldn't last fighting off all of them, not in enough time anyway. If Bo was in trouble, he needed to get out of there as soon as possible. He ducked through the crowd and scrambled out the door making a sprint for the inn.

Bullets followed him, but he was able to dodge them quick enough to reach the door. He swerved inside and saw the concerned faces of the Innkeeper and his wife in their night clothes.

"We may have a bit of trouble," the sheriff said, leaning against the door.

"It's that rowdy bunch that's been here since yesterday, ain't it? I knew they was trouble when I saw em! I told my husband here we ain't gonna take em in cause I knew they was trouble," the old woman said excitedly.

The Innkeeper took his shotgun from off the wall. "Ya best be skedadilin' here. Don't worry bout me and the missus. We'll take care a them."

Woody nodded, and ran up the wooden stairs. He found their apartment door open. He nearly tripped on the body of a man lying at the foot of the bed, shot and dead. Presumably 'Stanley.' Bo however was nowhere to be seen.

"Bo!" Woody called out. He heard a rustling in the closet.

Woody had just enough time to move forward to catch Bo as she tumbled out of the closet.

"Are you alright?" he asked brushing her sweaty bangs out of her face.

She smiled weakly. "See. I told you there was nothing to worry about." She dropped a gun out of her hand. "Just had to get your extra gun. It's lucky you still carry one..."

The sound of gunshots interrupted their thoughts. "We gotta leave this town," Woody said helping her to her feet.

"Making enemies already? What'd you do this time Woody Pride?" Bo said distantly.

Woody looked away. He considered telling her about the wanted poster, but he decided against it. Bo took a step away from him, but started to fall again before he caught her.

"Ok, plan B," he said scooping her up in his arms. He scrambled down the stairs finding the elderly couple at the windows still shooting at the crooks.

"Take the back way sweetheart. Your horse should be tied up around back," the woman said sweetly.

"Thank you, for everything," Woody replied.


The sheriff initially felt guilty for leaving the Innkeeper and his wife to deal with the trouble, but he needed to get Bo out of there. He was glad that she fell asleep. She was weak enough as it was. It also allowed him to get lost in his thoughts. How could he tell Bo that the nightmare wasn't over? They were just reunited and were already riding for their lives...

She woke up the next morning, surprised they were still riding on the horse.

"Have we been traveling all night?" she asked rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah. I figure if we ride on all day we should get to White Oaks later tonight," Woody responded, looking back to see her face.

"Woody, you must be exhausted! We have to stop so you can rest," Bo protested.

The sheriff felt uncomfortable sharing his reasoning behind the all day trip. He had no idea how many places already had those wanted posters. "I'm fine Bo. I just want to be home," he smiled. "And you know, it hasn't really been home without you there."

The day dragged on lazily. Woody was mostly true to his word. They had only stopped once, and it was to let his horse take a rest. The Innkeeper's wife had left them a knapsack with food, so they ate, but Bo didn't eat much because her stomach didn't agree with anything at the moment. That worried Woody, especially because of how many times she fell asleep during the day.

When White Oaks finally was in sight, it was past one in the morning. The cowboy delicately lifted Bo in his arms walked into his house. He laid her on his couch and bundled her up as best as he could.

The cowboy paced around for a bit. His head started going through memories being with Alan. Whoever was after Bo wanted her alive. Buzz had explained a little bit about the Defenders of the Black Star, and they both surmised that Bo was connected with it somehow as Alan wanted her blood. But other than that, nobody really knew much about it. Bo didn't have the opportunity to utter much of anything before...

Before she was shot... before he didn't run quick enough...

Despite all the thoughts swimming around in his head, exhaustion finally caught up with him and Woody decided to turn in for the night. He was nearly to the door of his room when a voice from behind stopped him in his tracks.

"Where the HECK have you been?"

Woody could recognize that voice anywhere. He whipped around to find his fiery redheaded sister in front of him with her hands on her hips just in the hallway in her nightgown. She didn't sound happy.

"Jess! I-"

"You don't tell a single soul where you're going!" she cut him off. "No note! Just dissapeared in the middle of the night. Gone for almost a week now! What were we supposed to think?"

"I'm sorry Jess, but if you'd just listen-" Woody tried again, but this time Jessie got louder.

"Honestly though, how did you think we would handle it? We thought you might be going through depression again, with the whole almost wedding anniversary coming up! I was thinking you weren't ever coming back!"

"Shh! Jessie please just-" the cowboy said quieter.

"Don't you shh me! This is my house too ya know! What are you shushing me for? The whole town has been wondering when you'd have the nerve to show up again."

Woody rolled his eyes and sighed. He grabbed her arm and started pulling her out to the living room.

"You better have a really good explana-" the cowgirl stopped. Her eyes widened.

Right there on the couch the pale figure was fast asleep, skin almost sparkling by the light of the moon.

"B-but... how...?" Jessie started to ask, examining the sleeping woman closer just to make sure it was really her.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you tomorrow. There's some things I have to discuss with you and Buzz anyway." Woody's expression turned grave. "Bo's sick. It's all because she got her memory back."

Jessie touched Bo's hand that was just peeking out from under the covers. "She remembers everyone again?"

Woody smiled. "Yeah, she sure does. I bet she can't wait to see you all again."

Jessie started grinning from ear to ear. "Can I bring everyone over to the house tomorrow? They'll all be ecstatic to hear the news!"

"I suppose... I don't know if she'll feel up to it, but maybe it's just exactly what she needs. She's waited long enough."

"Yee Haw!" Jessie sprung up and hugged her brother. Her expression changed quickly. "I'm still mad at you though. I would tell you never to do something that stupid again, but I know you're just gonna do it anyway," she said sticking out her tongue.

Woody rolled his eyes. "I'm going to bed. You should probably go back to sleep too."

Jessie pouted. "I want to sit with her, for just a little bit longer."

Woody couldn't really find a reason to protest this, so he just nodded and went to his room. So Jessie sat down quietly next to Bo, still beaming.

"Y'know Bo? I think everything is gonna be alright."